| There is no home for my criminal mind, My thoughts and ideas are one of a kind. I upset all the neighbors, I do it for spite. I wake them up screaming in the middle of the night. But they can’t repress me – I’ll soon kill them all. The world’s an asylum; I’m having a ball. |
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